He spoke of human solitude, about the intrinsic loneliness of a sophisticated mind, one that is capable of reason and poetry but which grasps at straws when it comes to understanding another, a mind aware of the impossibility of absolute understanding. The difficulty of having a mind that understands that it will always be misunderstood.

Share your back bones to others that didn't make you feel shame.

Inhabiting a place that could not be home, they were like actors compelled to play themselves.

What she wants to do if she can get the time to do it, is not so much to live in the past as to open it up and get one good look at it".

Written By Alice Munro

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